Megan woke up the next morning still sick, but better. Pegasus had left the room, and she was glad. She sat up and stretched her arms out.

Daddy went to Boston today…when was he getting back…right, I'm still here until Saturday.

Megan sighed. It was Monday again, her second one at the castle.

He doesn't love me…what am I still doing here? She let her mind wander back to the night before. He loved someone else…he still does. I don't have a chance in the world… She lay back down and rolled over, going back to sleep

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Megan woke later, feeling much better, to a knock on her door.

"Megan? Are you awake now?"

She blushed a little bit to hear his voice. "I am now."

"Oh, sorry…" he opened the door and poked his head in. "Did I wake you?"

"Yeah, but it's okay." She looked away from him.

"What's wrong?" he walked over to her.

"Nothing," she said too quickly. She didn't want him to be near her anymore. He froze in his tracks, taken aback by her manner.

"It's almost lunchtime, did you want to eat with me? If you're feeling better, I mean."

It only took Megan a second to think. He didn't love her, but he still cared. There was only a week left, she could forget about his wife for that long.
"I am, she answered, and got up, taking his arm and leaving for the table.

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Monday being a work day, there were not together as much as they may have each liked to be. They met in the hallway and during gaps in Pegasus' schedule, walking together through the long hallways.

Megan's happy chatter broke long silences on the walks. It was just the same as ever, constant and flowing swiftly from topic to topic.

The only time she stopped was when she tripped on a rug sticking up on the floor.

She cried out too loudly for the incident, as if she were seriously hurt. Pegasus instinctively reached out to stop her fall, grabbing her arm and pulling her back up. She was jerked onto her feet and backward into his arms.

Her own arms had wrapped around his in trying to keep her balance, and she didn't let them go even when she regained her balance. Pegasus was no more eager to let her go.

She turned around and their eyes met for a brief moment, before they both let go and turned away, blushing.

"Shall we go on?" Pegasus asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah…" still embarrassed, Megan hooked her arm around his again simply out of habit.

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Pegasus once again found himself unable to pay attention in the day's boring meetings. He had no idea what he might have agreed to that day, but it didn't really bother him. If he denied agreeing, they all knew he was eccentric enough not to contradict him.

Megan kept up a good front, but he could tell that she wasn't the same. Her happy talks were forced, and there were periods of time when she couldn't keep it up, and walked quietly with him.

Had she been that hurt by what had happened? Maybe—his heart stirred to think of it—maybe that meant she felt the same way. She'd been so upset she almost fainted at the idea of his wife. Did she think he still loved Cecilia?

If she did, she wasn't wrong, per se. Pegasus sighed, drawing the attention of the young executive next to him. This was the one kink in his perfect view of his life.

He had always been a romantic, and thought everything through in the best scenario.

He held a contest, sending his new angel an invitation to the kingdom. She had come to fall in love with him, and he with her. They had a fateful reprieve before she had to leave. By the end of the week, they would make their feelings known to each other and live happily at the Kingdom.

Of course, a more sensible side of him continued to insist that this was not possible. She was only 16, she'd have to go back to school in the fall. High school, for god's sake. And he did still love Cecilia. When he married her, he made a promise to love her forever, and never chose another over her.

But people re-marry, he argued with himself. Wouldn't she want me to be happy?

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Pegasus found Megan again in the music hallway, fiddling with a guitar and managing to get only tuneless, clashing notes.

"Do you want me to show you how to work that?" he asked, standing at the doorway and lazily leaning his arm against it.

"Sure," she answered, and held it out, expecting him to take it from her hands. Instead, he sat down beside her on the couch and placed his hand over hers, positioning it to play the right chords. She blushed and stammered slightly, but allowed him to teach her.

Pegasus smiled with the same light flush on his cheeks as she had, guiding her fingers and beginning to sing softly, an old folk ballad of love.

Megan knew the song and blushed a deeper red, raising her voice in harmony with his. The notes hung thickly in the air, combining and complimenting each other.

Years later, Megan would not remember what song they sang, or what time it had been, but she'd remember the feel of his hand leading hers, and their two voices blending into one.